Long Hurrahs Poems

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Premium Member The Last Hurrah

Cars line the curb - last hurrahs,
the last of pseudo praises, 
or as Mom would say in the midst of a eulogy
"Do I know this person"?
Praises never thought of
while life strode so proudly blind.

As the bumble bounces on the hydrangea,
sadly, other blossoms are forgotten
while the most proud was overappreciated.
How many days/years until 
my blossom is forgotten - left to pink
and wither in winter's shadow
then pale and blown away 
before spring knows it's missing
...or even cares.

I'd much rather a fist raised in anger
and celebration "The bastard's finally dead!"
- Not a whisper when parting,
"You got a tee time for Monday?"

The cars line the curb, yet will they leave
simply thankful they came "for the family"
or will they give a damn … pause and say
"I will miss him".


Now Donald Trump Must Be Permanently Barred and Furloughed From Hoar Re: Whitehouse - Part Ii

DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today
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Axe the old don
A trump peter n piper of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
With the ha air brushed pompous ****
so the Macy jackal hound doth run
After public outcry yelps
for his hide and proletarian discord won!
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Donald Duck Trump ™$ - a pompous ass
makes war with his big brass
knuckles and bucket of crass
maligns vis a vis character assassination with bro kin glass
inciting banal deathly hallowed expletives
toward lass sees – especially
Fox Television news anchorwoman Megyn Kelly
inducing said personality to bear the brunt of brutish mass
of vitriolic n vile insults from incriminating verbal pass
so…ex post facto viz mine NO VOTE from me
thus this digital screed to disallow him
to accept the oath of office, cuz he will hurrahs
from such a snooty arrogant simian with sass!
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I van a try to describe while sitting on me rump
How he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
Blasting Democratic nomination as a sham –
From special interest bro and sis turn pump
He, the epitomy of crass bloviation, a malignant lump
Whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham rocking red bull
in a China shop with his millions beds this,
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That and another woman to bareback jump
Disseminating gene pool –
Obama null lee birthing more Quakers
and additionally doth hump
The mass media as some foolhardy charade
And caricature of a frazzled grump
This arboreal clothed ape
Erecting Taj Mahal phallic symbol where players dump
And gamble away hard earn cash
- - - - - - - - - -
For his hello kitty, as if that cachet to grind and bump
Lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair rum runs rampant with red bulls
In a China shop atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed heady measly shaped
ulterior motive aimed his sights to become Pastor of Muppets
Dis eased cranial hologram
Of a cretaceous, facetious and insidious mump.
 
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By: Baron von Ivan Mal N. Ya.
Form: Narrative

Summer Going Into the Fifth Grade

Up on our old tar roof, Friday night, I watched football 
the high school was about a mile from my house. 
You could always hear it at night.  
I could see everything and nothing at the same time 
Score: 20-21, hurrahs, screams of young kids, and older kids. 
It was all a roar, a mixture of shouts and screams 
the stadium lights glowed like Hollywood lights 
and then my mind began to wander
Hollywood California, zip code 90210 
I always imagined I lived in California – the climate there was basically the same as Florida. 
California was where everyone on every television show had ever lived 
In the mind of a 10-year-old, anyway. 
it’s a fun way to pass time. Imagining places that could be home, when you’re an adult.  
I swat at my one-hundredth mosquito that moment 
More importantly it is where Justina Saurez did not live – a bully to my mind and soul  
I contemplated what kind of actress I would be if suddenly discovered 
A Marilyn? Or Lucille Ball? 
The stars stared down at me, unflinching – unbroken by the night 
As I wished to be 
Another touchdown 
I was on the verge of something big - I could feel it 
The stars were telling me  
“There is something hidden away only to be shown to you on a very special day” 
What was out there? That's what I wanted to know.

Premium Member Jolly Ye Olde English

Jolly Ye Olde English

Ye hadst ere thyself a jester's hand,
Art meek and mild, art a mannered man,
Ye hadst last count saith three, albeit,
Magic jester, wouldst pence thou didst seeth.

Naught thee albeit whence once more seeth,
Thine count naught three, yea four albeit,
Thy jester's hand be free thou showeth,
Yea, thee art game of doubts thou knoweth.

Thine swapped hands knoweth naught albeit,
Neath thine eyes slide of hands didst naught seeth,
Thee pound, nay pence art magic bartered,
Thy jester's hands, one fist, one proffered.

Ye crowd vows thine pence didst existeth,
Thy jester's hand art free, thee knoweth,
Naught pence art, albeit pound bequeath,
Thy jester's hands didst magic beneath.

Ye crowd thou thinketh pence albeit,
Naught diverse by pounds yea didst they seeth,
Thy jester's urgeth showeth thy pence,
So albeit saith, thee didst commence.

Slide thy pence albeit neath thy pound,
Now two pounds thence and a pence be found,
Thy jester saith yea pence thou didst seeth,
Slides up thine pound, a pence albeit.

Ye crowd hurrahs aloud, claps commence,
Thy jester's hand's art, two pounds, two pence.

2020 February 14
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENCOURAGING US TO WATCH FOR HIS COMING

October 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 25-26

Key Verse – Matthew 25:13 Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENCOURAGING US 
TO WATCH FOR HIS COMING

Praise be to God for encouraging us to 
watch for His coming with His:
Assurance from the Scriptures
Awakening against sinfulness
Affirmation of our salvation
Abounding satisfaction
Acts never secretive

Matthew 25:34 Praise be to the Lord for
welcoming us to inherit His kingdom with: 
Triumph through His Word
Thanksgiving for His worthy will
Trust to His warmth in our worship
Testimony of our toiling in His workmanship
Truthfulness that we tackled trials by His ways

Matthew 26:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
noticing good work wrought upon Him with our:
Honesty for His honour
Happiness hoisted by hope
Holiness despite our hardships
Helpfulness toward the helpless
Humility against haughtiness’ hurrahs. Amen!

October 12, 2024


Mutual Understanding On Common Ground

now there are no battle of wills
now there are no feeble attempts to spotlight and emphasize 
now there are no empty benefits that result in crystalline nothingness
now there is just us....pure and simple....back to cool via the agreement
we now take it light and watch the nightingale go crazy until death kicks down his door
we now wait to take flight for a few last hurrahs before we amicably part ways
the rain has now come yet so we kiss the unseen rainbow and return back to golden
the rain has not come yet so we have a few laughs while preparing ourselves secretly in our respective minds
now there are no accusations and unneeded advice
now there are no pillows thrown on the doghouse sofa for the effect of showing power
now there are no second chances left for we will soon pack our bookmarks and exit....stage right....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Wise Choice To Make

All the strange things in this world
Will come to naught, only good stay
No worries, just do the good things
I'll go with you from life to life here
Together our road will lead us one
We'll meet at the crossroad and say hi
Do the high five and sing high hurrahs
Rejoicing our right choices with grace
For we choose to be corrected in Him
Whom we love chasening than hardness
Until we came to love perfected in us
We let the thorn wake up us to go to pain
To have this crown of life with persecution
For we look at life how it ends with wisdom
We fear Him who raise us to White Judgment 
For we know life is just temporary and short
Knowing all things come to pass not tarry
Better to know things now than regret after
Life's a gift should we took sadness who cares
Is a wicked thing to a heart that's ungrateful
It's a wise thing to reciprocate good things
It's an advantage to be just than be unjust
Much more blessing come to those who wait
Heaven wait for those who come out faithful 
Blessed a soul who overcome fire in  the end.

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